Drag racing's renegades are revived. In it to spin it, they burn out for bragging rights, throwing holy smoke, then floor it ASAP backwards. Tanks are slapped, walls are tagged, lanes are crossed and spectators get an old fashioned spectacle. This bunch was absolutely born to be. Packing big blocks and beasty feet into factory cars is a recipe for volatility. So is brewing with fresh hop cones from an experimental hop variety for the first time. The late-flowering NZ101 hop brings delicious risk to the mix, bouncing off Moutere and Rakau to deliver a wild, fruity, resinous ride.